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Two
or
three
of
the
freighter
sloops
were
engaged
to
assist
in
the
work
,
for
the
captain
was
anxious
to
make
a
quick
return
in
order
to
reap
the
advantage
offered
by
a
certain
dearth
of
fruit
in
the
States
.
About
four
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
another
of
those
marine
monsters
,
not
very
familiar
in
those
waters
,
hove
in
sight
,
following
the
fateful
Idalia
--
a
graceful
steam
yacht
,
painted
a
light
buff
,
clean-cut
as
a
steel
engraving
.
The
beautiful
vessel
hovered
off
shore
,
see-sawing
the
waves
as
lightly
as
a
duck
in
a
rain
barrel
.
A
swift
boat
manned
by
a
crew
in
uniform
came
ashore
,
and
a
stocky-built
man
leaped
to
the
sands
.
The
new-comer
seemed
to
turn
a
disapproving
eye
upon
the
rather
motley
congregation
of
native
Anchurians
,
and
made
his
way
at
once
toward
Goodwin
,
who
was
the
most
conspicuously
Anglo
--
Saxon
figure
present
.
Goodwin
greeted
him
with
courtesy
.
Conversation
developed
that
the
newly
landed
one
was
named
Smith
,
and
that
he
had
come
in
a
yacht
.
A
meagre
biography
,
truly
;
for
the
yacht
was
most
apparent
;
and
the
"
Smith
"
not
beyond
a
reasonable
guess
before
the
revelation
.
Yet
to
the
eye
of
Goodwin
,
who
had
seen
several
things
,
there
was
a
discrepancy
between
Smith
and
his
yacht
.
A
bullet-headed
man
Smith
was
,
with
an
oblique
,
dead
eye
and
the
moustache
of
a
cocktail-mixer
.
And
unless
he
had
shifted
costumes
before
putting
off
for
shore
he
had
affronted
the
deck
of
his
correct
vessel
clad
in
a
pearl-gray
derby
,
a
gay
plaid
suit
and
vaudeville
neckwear
.
Men
owning
pleasure
yachts
generally
harmonize
better
with
them
.
Smith
looked
business
,
but
he
was
no
advertiser
.
He
commented
upon
the
scenery
,
remarking
upon
its
fidelity
to
the
pictures
in
the
geography
;
and
then
inquired
for
the
United
States
consul
.
Goodwin
pointed
out
the
starred-and-striped
bunting
hanging
above
the
little
consulate
,
which
was
concealed
behind
the
orange-trees
.
"
Mr.
Geddie
,
the
consul
,
will
be
sure
to
be
there
,
"
said
Goodwin
.
"
He
was
very
nearly
drowned
a
few
days
ago
while
taking
a
swim
in
the
sea
,
and
the
doctor
has
ordered
him
to
remain
indoors
for
some
time
.
"
Smith
plowed
his
way
through
the
sand
to
the
consulate
,
his
haberdashery
creating
violent
discord
against
the
smooth
tropical
blues
and
greens
.
Geddie
was
lounging
in
his
hammock
,
somewhat
pale
of
face
and
languid
in
pose
.
On
that
night
when
the
Valhalla
's
boat
had
brought
him
ashore
apparently
drenched
to
death
by
the
sea
,
Doctor
Gregg
and
his
other
friends
had
toiled
for
hours
to
preserve
the
little
spark
of
life
that
remained
to
him
.
The
bottle
,
with
its
impotent
message
,
was
gone
out
to
sea
,
and
the
problem
that
it
had
provoked
was
reduced
to
a
simple
sum
in
addition
--
one
and
one
make
two
,
by
the
rule
of
arithmetic
;
one
by
the
rule
of
romance
.
There
is
a
quaint
old
theory
that
man
may
have
two
souls
--
a
peripheral
one
which
serves
ordinarily
,
and
a
central
one
which
is
stirred
only
at
certain
times
,
but
then
with
activity
and
vigour
.
While
under
the
domination
of
the
former
a
man
will
shave
,
vote
,
pay
taxes
,
give
money
to
his
family
,
buy
subscription
books
and
comport
himself
on
the
average
plan
.
But
let
the
central
soul
suddenly
become
dominant
,
and
he
may
,
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
,
turn
upon
the
partner
of
his
joys
with
furious
execration
;
he
may
change
his
politics
while
you
could
snap
your
fingers
;
he
may
deal
out
deadly
insult
to
his
dearest
friend
;
he
may
get
him
,
instanter
,
to
a
monastery
or
a
dance
hall
;
he
may
elope
,
or
hang
himself
--
or
he
may
write
a
song
or
poem
,
or
kiss
his
wife
unasked
,
or
give
his
funds
to
the
search
of
a
microbe
.
Then
the
peripheral
soul
will
return
;
and
we
have
our
safe
,
sane
citizen
again
.
It
is
but
the
revolt
of
the
Ego
against
Order
;
and
its
effect
is
to
shake
up
the
atoms
only
that
they
may
settle
where
they
belong
.
